Falls of the Hinterlands rhaeadr

His ears shift far forward at this revelation, a glint in his eyes as he speaks as soon as she's finished speaking, nearly cutting her off. "What is your pack called?" he asks, a bit sharply. Charon had mentioned no allies, no friends--nearby, that was. How far away does this woman live? Or are his and Charon's definitions of "nearby" different enough that Moonspear does, in fact, have allies in these lands. . .if not strictly nearby?

Ceara Blackthorn. She gives her full name, which in turns sends a pang through his stomach. It has been moons since he last gave his own complete moniker. Llewellyn ap Gwynedd Bleddyn. It is a source of pride, and once one of power, as well. But the Bleddyns have fallen from grace, beheaded and bloodied, and it is no longer relevant. Likely just an unusual bit of trivia, for wolves of these parts.

"I have not heard of this war," Llewellyn explains, trying to amend his hasty query before she has a chance to respond. Sunspire, and now this. It seems that there was a lot more to learn about Moonspear than he had initially thought.